The system is invincible, but this kitten is very depressed

"Unless what?"

"Unless the young master, as the seller, entrusts our Mingshuanglou to auction the treasure, Mingshuanglou will provide a spot for every seller for free, but this treasure is either rare or worth more than five hundred taels!"

Yang Yanxi was silent for a moment, and his hand was patted gently. He glanced at Manager Zheng lightly, said, "Wait a moment," and went out.

After burning the incense, Manager Zheng saw the young master coming back, holding a simple wooden box with no decoration in his hand.

Yang Yanxi lifted the wooden box, looked at Shopkeeper Zheng, and said, "Can I take a step to speak?"

"Please, young master."

Seeing that the young master was not joking, Manager Zheng was quite curious about the simple wooden box, so he led him to the box.

The two parties sat down to have tea, and after a few polite words, Manager Zheng opened the wooden box.

There was only a piece of grass in the box. At first glance, it looked just like a weed. But if you take a closer look, you will see purple veins appearing and disappearing in the stems and leaves. When you pick it up, you will feel a burst of coldness in your tentacles. Colder and biting than snow.

Seeing Manager Zheng pick up the ice grass, Yang Yanxi reminded: "Be careful, don't cut the skin, it is poisonous."

The shopkeeper looked left and right, as if he was not sure, so he said to Yang Yanxi.

"Young Master, can you wait a moment? I'm not sure yet. I'll call the shopkeeper later."

Yang Yanxi nodded, the shopkeeper bowed and went out.

After waiting for about a tea, a man in his forties wearing a dark moiré robe came in. He had a beard on his fair face, his eyes were slightly raised, and his sharp eyes scanned the entire private room, as if Take an X-ray scan of the room.

The man bowed slightly, looked at Yang Yanxi with his sharp eyes, and smiled.

"Young Master, I am the shopkeeper of Shuanglou."

"Young Master, can you please let me take a look at the medicinal herbs next?"

Seeing the other party nodding, shopkeeper Ming Shuanglou opened the wooden box and took a closer look at the ordinary but extraordinary grass.

Manager Zheng, who followed behind, closed the door and stood beside the shopkeeper, looking slightly nervous.

Shopkeeper Ming Shuanglou looked at it carefully for a moment, lowered his eyes and thought deeply, then stretched out his hand to touch the diamond-shaped leaves. In an instant, coldness hit his skin and invaded his skin.

Shopkeeper Ming Shuanglou nodded, retracted his hand, and smiled.

"Young Master, this is the ice grass that grows in the extremely cold places of the snow-capped mountains. It is about three hundred years old. It is yin and cold in nature, and its stem juice is highly poisonous. It is the antidote for yang poison in the world. Are you right?"

Yang Yanxi replied: "The shopkeeper is right."

"Young master, are you sure you want me to entrust the Ming Shuanglou auction?"

Yang Yanxi nodded.

"Okay! I, Ming Shuanglou, don't ask about the place of origin or the way back. Regardless of whether it is auctioned or not, I will charge half of the commission fee. If it is bartering, Ming Shuanglou will appraise the seller's treasure and charge half of the fee. "

"In Mingshuanglou, we will ensure the safety of all sellers."

Yang Yanxi nodded again.

"This is the seller's token. We at Mingshuanglou only recognize this token. Young Master, please take it. The auction will start at 6:00 on February 7th. Young Master, please don't forget the time."

Manager Zheng took out a token and handed it to Yang Yanxi.

The two chatted for a while or two, and the shopkeeper had something to do.

The master and apprentice returned to the inn and studied the auction book given by Manager Zheng.

Liu Qing's copybooks, Gu Qing's paintings, red coral bracelets, mutton-fat jade python rings, Qingxuan sword, Jinhong knife, century-old ginseng, fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum... Tianyuan Huanyang Pill.

Taking Tianyuan Huanyang Pill can increase your internal strength for ten years and has few side effects. No wonder so many people flock to it.

Zhang Shan swallowed while watching. Although it can be purchased in the mall, it costs money! Although I have it, others are also greedy for it.

Zhang Shan asked when he saw that his disciple was fascinated.

"Xiaoxi, what do you want?"

Zhang Shan wanted to try the feeling of pretending to be slapped in the face while bidding at the auction house.

Yang Yanxi shook his head.

Zhang Shan is speechless, who does this character look like? She has money, and money is meant to be spent, so don’t be reluctant to part with it!

"Just tell me what you want! You have money as a teacher, but why are you afraid that you can't afford it?" Zhang Shan said boldly, waving his paw, "It's no problem to book the whole place!"

Yang Yanxi opened her mouth, hesitated for a while, and said softly.

"Master, I want this sword."

Zhang Shan looked at where his disciple was pointing.

The Qingxuan Sword is one inch and eight wide and three feet and six long. It has a small piece of black iron melted into it. The sword is tough, completely black, and can cut iron like mud. It was made by a swordsmith named Jianjing of Yunjian Villa after three months of hard work. Made.

Although it is a hundred million points worse than the one produced by the system, my apprentice likes it.

Zhang Shan slapped his paw on the auction book and said confidently, "This sword must be in our bag!"

The villain in my heart silently clasped his hands together: Don't slap me in the face!